Wednesday, September 19, 2012
How To Ruin Your Sister's Vacation
I'm happy to report that I haven't posted lately because I have been on VACATION!! My job is at its busiest during the summer months, wrapping up with a huge event over Labor Day weekend. As soon as that is in the record books I hightail it out of town for a bit, this year to the Outer Banks in North Carolina for a week vacation on the beach with the kids, hubby, my parents and my sister and her husband.
Did I mention my sister doesn't have kids nor does she want any??? I've never really understood this, but also haven't pried, as the decision to have children is certainly a personal one. But I do wonder, with a husband who is a teacher and a Cuban Catholic, you'd think they would have an entire tribe of youngins', but again, not my business.
This was her first time meeting our youngest son Trey and only the second time she has met Jackson. Living on opposite sides of the country can cause issues like this! Leading into the trip I really did try my best to warn her. I sent casual emails and texts with lines like: "Hope you are resting up!" and "Enjoy the quiet while you have it!" Each of these she would respond to along the lines of: "I don't know what you are talking about, I'm about to go on vacation."
For people without children apparently a week at the beach means "relaxation." That is when those people without children aren't going with their sister and her two demon boys. My sister realized this on morning #1 when she was awoken with a full-on orchestra of screams from Trey demanding an additional waffle. This of course was followed by more screaming as the two toddlers chased my mother's chihuahua around the house yelling his name over and over, "Cuervo, Cuervo, Cuervo!"
Awake and angry she immediately hits the beach for reading and napping. Or at least that's what she thinks! My monsters had another idea in mind. Right on her toes they follow to the sand which they then begin digging and throwing in her direction.
Her nights of enjoying a cocktail while watching the sunset were interrupted by the constant screams of "AUNT HEA--THER" demanding she play a game. Her dreams of spending quality time with her husband were destroyed as he was in high-demand for hide and seek and castle building.
By the time our week had ended Aunt Heather was more than happy to pack her bags and head back to her peaceful child-free home, thousands and thousands of miles from her precious nephews. Her last words before we left: "next year we're getting separate condos!"
We love you Aunt Heather!